Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand
Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move Im sure it would only be to crawl back to you
I must have dragged my guts a block...
they were gone by the time we (talked)...

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But you know that I could crush you with my voice

Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I dont want to know a thing

I hate the way you say my name like its something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun.
Remind me which side you should be on.

I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel.